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[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.

1. a sound in my ear

[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.

It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.

Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]

2. a taste on my tongue

[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)

Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.

But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]

You.

3. a touch on my skin

[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]

Hey, come help a guy out, would you?

[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]

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[ Each sting of what would be pain just makes Xue Yang more aroused, and the way his erection stiffens against Nie Huaisang's body serves as evidence towards it. Not only does he not mind the marking, he actually enjoys it: after all, this person is his, and the marks just reinforce that in his mind. ]

That's my line. Maybe I'll drag you to some vines and have them grab you for me. That worked pretty well the last few times.

[ He rolls his hips upwards at the touch, but considering his own teasing behavior earlier, he's not going to be surprised if those hands don't make it all the way to where his body wants them. ]

'The last few times'? There have been others?

[Huaisang's eyes flash as one elegant hand wraps tightly around Xue Yang's cock, squeezing hard enough to be painful in average man. He may be too weak to wield a saber with much efficiency or finess but it takes more strength for an artist to maintain a steady hand than one might think and he's applying all of it at this moment.]

Clearly, you don't understand how this works and need to be taught lessons in obedience and loyalty, Xue Yang.

[With the passion fruit's effects saturating a mind already predisposed to possessiveness, jealousy, and obsession, remedying what feels like a terrible blight on their relationship is all he can think about. Abruptly, Huaisang gets up off of Xue Yang and onto his feet, heavily favoring his injured ankle as he looks around the area for these vines his acquisition had spoken of.]

Get up. I wish to find and make use of these vines for your education.

[ The hand squeezing his cock makes his breath catch as a wave of arousal goes through him. He's distracted enough that the use of his name goes completely past him and barely registers at the moment.

One Nie Huaisang stands up, Xue Yang stares up from the ground for a few moments, then abruptly laughs. ]

Look at you getting all high and mighty. You're mine, not the other way around.

[ He stands up and goes to grab Nie Huaisang by the arm. ]

So what if I tied up other people? You don't have any say in it. I could tie up you too and leave you where no one would find you, until I felt like you deserved to be fucked by me and came back for you.

[A thrill goes through Huaisang when Xue Yang grabs his arm, a rather wolfish grin slowly surfacing. Is it just the effects of the fruit pushing him to recklessness or some other force entirely? Who knows.

He leans in to whisper in Xue Yang's ear.]

If you think people wouldn't look for me, you are sorely mistaken. Then they would have me instead of you. Are you sure that's what you want? For me to belong to someone else? Because I can be theirs just as easily as I could be yours.

[Huaisang nuzzles almost tenderly before biting his earlobe, tugging it briefly, and pulling away.]

If you have others then I shall have others as well. As many as I can enjoy at my leisure. You have no say in the matter either.

They'd look, but they wouldn't find you. I know how to hide people. I'm really good at it.

[ He grabs the back of Nie Huaisang's head and sinks his teeth into his neck to leave another mark. ]

Maybe I'll use you first. Just in case. Then I can leave you and come back later. What do you think? [ Xue Yang's hand tightens into a fist at the back of Nie Huaisang's head, clenching on his hair, and he speaks up before Nie Huaisang can reply. ] I like that idea. Let's go.

[ With that, he starts to pull Nie Huaisang along in the direction that seems most reasonable to finding a cluster of vines. ]

[The information barely registers, not that Huaisang hadn't already suspected him of cutting his brother to pieces from the moment he first lay eyes on him. Jin Guangyao would never get his hands or robes so bloody with a gruesome task such as that. The fruit holds sway over him now, as does the excitement at being so controlled like this. There's something freeing about not being the one to make all the decisions. It's been over a decade since he's experienced that kind of exhilaration.

It's enough to make Huaisang bend a little, just enough to give him a reward. He moans outright at the bite, reaching down to grab Xue Yang's dick once more and start massaging it as he's dragged along.]

You don't have to hide me but you can take me away from here. Into one of these houses and we can make it ours. Just you and me, no one else. No one else exists outside it, just us. It can be our special place.

[ Xue Yang can't help the noise that slips from his throat, aggressive yet pleased. ]

Sounds good. You won't want to leave even if you could. I'll make sure of that.

[ Further down the way is a set of buildings that seem completely overgrown with plant life. Xue Yang eyes them before selecting one and pulling Nie Huaisang inside. Sure enough, there seems to be a good collection of vines overtaking two of the walls and spreading deeper inside, along with a few small collections of those slick, juicy fruits Xue Yang discovered earlier.

Which of course means the moment they're inside he tries his best to shove Nie Huaisang against one of those walls to get him stuck in the vines. Right now, though, he's in no state to manipulate them to nearly the level of finesse he'd figured out how to handle them with before. ]

[Huaisang's smile widens as his back hits the wall, offering no resistance as the vines start twining around his wrists and snaking up his arms. They tangle in his hair and coil around his waist and legs, threatening to overtake him just as they'd done the house. But still, Huaisang doesn't struggle or make any attempt to get away at all. He just leans into the vines' embrace, head tilting slightly as another vine starts to slither across his throat.]

I think they want to claim me.

[His tone's mock innocent, his eyes sharp and dark as he watches to see what Xue Yang does next.]

I won't let them. They're just holding you for me. You still belong to me.

[ He eyes that vine starting encroach on Nie Huaisang's neck, and for a moment, considers letting it.

But no. If Nie Huaisang is going to be choked, it will be with Xue Yang's own hands.

He knows how to coax the vine away, to convince it to lose interest and wait for a different target, but that's not good enough for it. Xue Yang pinches it, squeezing in on a particular point until there's the sound of plant matter giving way as his fingers dig in. The vine immediately goes slack from that point to the end, as if it were no different from a normal plant. ]

If I want you there, I'll put you there.

[ Then he leans in and bites Nie Huaisang's lower lip, then his neck, then down his chest among the vines, leaving a trail of marks as his mouth slowly makes its way lower along Nie Huaisang's body. At the same time his hands occupy themselves with the vines, a little haphazard in their work but still managing to mostly coax them away from the important places he still wants access to. ]

[Huaisang hums softly, satisfied with that response. Whether Xue Yang understands or acknowledges it, their ownership is mutual and he can live with that kind of arrangement. The vines are holding him fast so he can't move around too much but he can certainly let out sharp gasps and arch eagerly into those bites. The thought alone of being marked from head to toe by his new pet is an exciting one.]

Looking forward to it.

[If Huaisang had a hand free, he'd stroke Xue Yang's hair for being such a good dog.]

Later.

[ He clears Nie Huaisang's stomach and spends a while there, placing licks and bites all over the skin. Every so often his chin bumps against Nie Huaisang's cock, but he continues to ignore it until he's satisfied with the amount of red marks he's left behind on the skin.

Then he drifts lower still.

He has to gently tug part of Nie Huaisang's cock out from beneath some of the vines to get it fully free, but then he starts placing kisses along it. Several times it almost looks like he's going to take it into his mouth, but also several times it looks like he's about to bite. And yet each time, neither happens.

It's a promise and a threat, the paradox of getting involved with Xue Yang boiled down to teasing actions on one of the most sensitive parts of Nie Huaisang's body. ]

[A distant part of his brain, the part that still has some semblance of sense and self-preservation warns him against this. A dalliance with man like Xue Yang is inviting disaster into his life but what else does he have to call his own? Nothing. Just a position and responsibilities he never wanted in first place. Why not just enjoy this?

And enjoy it he does when Xue Yang pulls his cock free of the vines and starts kissing along its length. His head tosses from side to side as his breath becomes increasingly labored. His hips arch toward that teasing mouth. It's a struggle, he aches for so much more than just this but doesn't want to get bitten in such a delicate spot.]

Please. Just fuck me. I'm not going anywhere. I don't have anyone else I can turn to anyway.

[The words come out harshly and he's tried to endure but in the end, Huaisang's just too weak to say no to this. His claim might not completely true but it's not completely false either. And in the end, Huaisang just doesn't want to be alone.]

Of course you're not. That's why I can take my time with you.

[ He gives a slow, decadent lick to Nie Huaisang's tip, even dipping his tongue in the slit for a moment.

And then he pulls back entirely, and steps away from his captive.

But it's quickly apparent that he's not doing it just to leave Nie Huaisang hanging (if one pardons the expression). Xue Yang crosses the room to grab a nice, plump fruit from another plant growing near the window along that side, and then walks back over holding it with a grin. ]

Have you played with one of these yet?

[ He gives a slow, steady squeeze, letting the slick juices spill out and down his arm.

Then he reaches behind Nie Huaisang, tugging him against the vines a bit to do so, and pushes a finger inside of him. ]

[Huaisang makes a strangled noise as the teasing continues, suddenly straining against the vines. There's another growl when Xue Yang moves away. He's barely listening to what the other man's saying about the fruit, his breathing becoming erratic. Once it registers what Xue Yang's asking about, he shakes his head mutely.

He can guess though, especially when Xue Yang slicks his hand and pulls him away from the wall a bit to start working a finger inside him. Huaisang's read enough pornographic materials over the years to have a pretty good idea of how this part works. He just has to calm down, relax, and let the other man prepare him. He can do that.]

[ The first finger goes easily enough, and then he adds the second. He's gathered a basic idea of how this works, so once the two are inside Nie Huaisang's ass, he begins to slowly move them in and out. After a few seconds, Xue Yang goes back to giving teasing attention to Nie Huaisang's cock, then picks up the pace with his fingers.

As much as he wants to tease forever, now that he has fingers inside, he's realizing just how satisfying it is to be inside Nie Huaisang. After all, Nie Huaisang is his, right? It's not enough to have him here; Xue Yang needs to have him completely. And that means inside and out.

He starts to nudge a third finger in. ]

[Huaisang's breathing grows rough and ragged as Xue Yang works his fingers in and out. No one's ever touched him in such a way before but normally when he might feel shy, right now he just eager and excited. He grunts as they push into him, head bowed with wisps of hair falling forward, his cock twitching under each teasing touch.

He should probably be afraid but he's not, even when that third finger slips in and stretching him open wider. Tremors of anticipation travel through his body.]

I hope you're ready.

[ Because even though Xue Yang has only just gotten his third finger in, he's too eager to stop here. He presses the three fingers all the way in as deep as he can get them, then lets them slide out again.

He pulls back and with the plenty of excess lubrication still on his hand and arm, starts stroking himself to slick himself up. At the same time he crouches down and starts to slowly pick the vines off of Nie Huaisang's legs. It takes him a few tries, and he even nearly gets snagged himself once, but it doesn't take too long before he finally gets both sides free.

At which point he hooks his arms under Nie Huaisang's legs and lifts them as he stands back up, and then he's soon pushing himself inside that waiting ass, giving a loud hiss of pleasure. ]

[It's his first time being fucked like this by a man so it's a tight fit but not enough to hurt or even be uncomfortable. Maybe Huaisang's just over-eager or desperate but he groans out his pleasure. He pushes against vines in an attempt to lean forward enough to catch Xue Yang's mouth in a bruising kiss.

He wants this, wants him so much. His normal gift with words is nowhere present now in a mind gone blank with desire. He wraps legs around Xue Yang to pull him in deeper, clenching his bound hands.]

[ Meanwhile Xue Yang is just as eager (maybe even also desperate), so when he sees Nie Huaisang leaning forwards, he leans in as well to connect that kiss.

He doesn't start thrusting right away, instead letting himself settle deep inside Nie Huaisang. This feels right, claiming him like this. Being inside him like this. Using him like this.

So he presses their bodies together for several seconds, letting all the action come from their mouths together, tongues dancing, teeth nipping. It's warm even like this, so it satisfies for long enough to give them both some time to adjust.

Then Xue Yang is pulling back just enough to murmur against Nie Huaisang's lips. ]

I'm gonna fuck you as long as I can, and I'm not gonna stop. Think you can last?

[ But whether or not he does, for now he's tied up here, with Xue Yang in control. So Xue Yang pulls back out most of the way and pushes in again, savoring the wave of warmth even that single thrust sends through his whole body. ]

[Ironic how Huaisang's spent so much time afraid of losing control of the situation he's in only to give it up freely to a man who could kill him with ease if he put his mind to it. The poetry in his soul has vanished, leaving him at a loss for words to describe or define this feeling. Belonging, perhaps? But it satisfies a need in him that he never knew he had. He feels at peace, somehow, tangled up in these vines with Xue Yang buried deep inside him. He's relucant to end the kiss so he rests his forhead against the other man's briefly before nodding.]

I'll try. I'll try to last as long as I can. I don't want this to ever stop.

[He feels like a living, breathing person again in Xue Yang's arms]

I'll do whatever you want. Just keep going. Touch me how you want.

[Then Huaisang's kissing him again, sweet and tender, in these circumstances.]

[ Xue Yang kisses back, returning what's almost tenderness before he gives another nip. For all that he has his harsh edges, there's a fondness for things that are his. And when Nie Huaisang is cooperating, even begging for him to claim him however Xue Yang wants, it makes him want to keep from breaking him. After all, it's fun to break his toys once, but once they're broken, that's it. Much better to play with them beforehand, for as long as they're still amusing.

He shifts his grip to better hold Nie Huaisang's hips, and then he starts to do exactly as promised.

Xue Yang starts with a fast pace and holds that for a while. It's not his all, but it's strong, something to make sure the two of them are really enjoying this even from the start. He's still inexperienced with sex enough that he has little technique to speak of, but he can hold a steady rhythm. He keeps that pace until he feels himself starting to build towards orgasm, then he slows, letting his body back off while still keeping the motion between them.

Though he's not one to be considerate, he keeps an eye on Nie Huaisang as he goes. ]

[Technique and finess don't matter to him right now. Besides, it's not like Huaisang has much experience with sex or relationships either. His life's been reduced to a single, lonely road that he walked by himself for ten years now. Any reprieve at all, no matter how clumsy and grim is welcome.

And it's not as if the sensations he's experiencing for the first time right now aren't pleasurable. Huaisang had enjoyed sex the couple of times he's had it before this. He gasps or grunts with each thrust, hands writihing and clutching helplessly at the vines holding his wrists fast. A sheen of sweat surfaces on his wildly flushed face and body. His back arches away from the wall, the heels of his feet bumping into Xue Yang's backside as he writhes from the pleasure.

He's feeling the tension build up inside him and trying to hold on as long as he can but -]

...so good! It all feels so good..! Please don't stop... Harder... Give it to me.. I want more!

[He's panting out the words and claiming Xue Yang's mouth again in a messy kiss, moaning into it. His arms are starting to ache from hanging here like this as well as the need to hold him close and scratch him up as his own.

For now, Huaisang just nips his lower lip, another one of those little growls coming out.]

Not harder yet.

[ Xue Yang murmurs it quickly among his efforts to return the kiss, the biting, as if there could be one without the other like this... ]

But I'll give you more. Lots more.

[ And for now that means slowing down in an attempt to keep both of them from coming.

So slow down he does, backing down to let them both calm themselves a little bit without actually stopping. Xue Yang wants this to last, as long as he can or even longer. If the two of them could never stop fucking, that would be perfect. Why would they need to stop? Nie Huaisang is his, forever. No one needs to come between them. Nothing needs to separate them. ]

And I won't stop for a while.

[ He starts to pick up the pace a bit, trying to judge if Nie Huaisang is still wound up enough that there's a risk of him coming already. ]

[The switch to a slower pace brings Huaisang back from that edge. His hands continue to move restlessly in their restraints and he tries to even out his breathing again. Quieter moans still escape him as he leans his head forward to bury his face against Xue Yang's neck briefly before pulling back again. His eyes flutter half-closed, brow furrowing and he concentrates on the dick moving inside him. His own is leaking pre-come, enough that it's clear that even with the slower pace, he not going to last much longer.]

I want to touch you...

[His tone's plaintive, pleading.]

Please... Take me down so I can touch you... We can keep going then...

[He won't run. He couldn't even if he wanted to. But surely, there's a bed in this building somewhere to make completely theirs.]

... Alright. You've earned it.

[ He gives a slow kiss to Nie Huaisang's forehead, then pauses buried inside of him. He lets go with one hand, using his other to still help support Nie Huaisang's hips, and reaches for the vines capturing one of Nie Huiasang's wrists.

It takes him a bit of work, but finally the vines loosen to let him go. Xue Yang shifts his hands so he can reach the other, and after what still feels like too long despite how it isn't long at all, Nie Huaisang's other hand is also free.

Then Xue Yang presses in again, making up some of the distance he slipped out while working and possibly even more, and gives a bite to Nie Huaisang's lower lip before kissing him again. He pulls back with a soft inhale that isn't quite a gasp. ]

Wall, or find a bed?

[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

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